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CHAPTER SIX

Cheese’s “base” would make even the most vile men squeamish.

Grotesque didn’t begin to describe the monstrosity of rotten trash which had puked itself out the front doors of a leaning apartment building, covering the entire street in gunk. The smell was too foul for even the flies—they were pinching their noses and speeding away with tears in their eyes.

Blowhole had left the rat bastard without supervision and Lux wondered how this place had looked before he’d ruined it. People still lived there, after all. They were hiding, but a dozen eyes peeked through a dozen blinds and she wished them all well. They were probably struggling enough as is and didn’t need this jerk-off mucking it up anymore for them.

She was close enough to the pile that she had to pinch her nose to avoid the stink lines which swirled around her. Her and Cy had found themselves in a run-down bar which wasn’t serving anyone, as it had been commandeered by the Cheese for his own personal delivery service. Thankfully this meant there was a tunnel from it straight to him.

They’d taken out the guards silently, thwacking them over head and leaving them to bleed. She didn’t have a cold heart and wasn’t going to wantonly murder, but if they lost their lives she wouldn’t lose sleep over it—Blowhole certainly reviled in his murder of Jess, didn’t he? You shouldn’t take a life without expecting to lose a few, not that she imagined he gave a damn about what happened to his men.

“You feeling okay?” Cy asked, picking up a bottle labeled Booty Milk. “I’ve heard this drink is pretty tip-top.”

“Course I’m not feeling okay,” she said. “We’re marching right into some punk’s throne room, and he’s got my Eternal Blunt. I’ve got a pretty good idea how powerful that thing is, you know?”

Cy smirked at her. “You did say we were bold.”

Lux was tempted to nab a drink, something to ease her nerves, but if she was going to risk everything by walking right up to Cheese and declaring war she needed those nerves to remind her that shit could go bad real quick. Instead she searched the floor for a way into the cellar and when she found a hatch she flipped it open and dropped down in. Cy followed her.

Around them were enough drinks to make your head spin, ahead of them was the passage they’d been seeking. Those cocky bastards hadn’t even put adoorup they were so sure nobody could screw with them. No matter your power, or your panties, when you’re lazy and drunk it’s easy for someone to knock your ass out. Wherever you are, Blowhole, I hope you’re squirming.

“You should get changed before we go in,” Cy said.

“I know. I know.”

While she wasn’t a prude, the idea of showing off her ass to the pervs of Panty’s Landing while rocking a used pair of panties didn’t friggin’ appeal to her. She didn’t give a damn about Cy seeing her ass, but all those stuffed animals? Smoking a blunt to get powers is easy. Shit, it’s the dream! But exposing herself like this…

…She’d been dreading it.

It needed to be done, though.

Cy handed her the panties and she took a deep breath then unbuckled her jeans, dropped her pants and panties to the ground, and slid the new pair on. She didn’t know what she’d pictured, but it wasn’t, well, nothing. The panties snapped to her butt and fit comfortably around her waist but she didn’t feel different. No sudden burst of energy, no bright light. She was still just…Lux.

“What the shit,” she said.

“Are you nervous?” Cy asked. “You’re having trouble getting it…”

“Don’t make a joke about me not being able to get it up. Let’s just get going and hope I figure out something on the way.”

“But that’s…”

“Bold,” she said, smirking.

Though Cy clearly wanted to play it safe, he returned her smirk and nodded.

They made their way through the cramped passageway, dodging the minefield of used condoms, syringes, and broke beer bottles which cluttered the ground beneath them. Voices slowly seeped through the walls. The further they walked, the closer they got. Lux pressed her finger against the earpiece Tegan had fashioned her.

“We’re almost there,” she whispered. “Is our escape plan still a go?”

“Derek and I just hijacked it,” Tegan responded. “This big boy wasn’t easy to get but goddamn Cy, your brother? That’s dude’s a maniac! He was walloping dudes left and freakin’ right!”

“Sounds about right.”

“Just make sure you’re here in time, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” Tegan said slyly.

She clicked her earpiece off and they continued to the end of the passageway, which spit them out into the middle of Cheese’s throne room—which, like the street, had been overwhelmed by garbage and reeked mightily enough to singe hairs out your nose.

Their initial plan had been to come in gun’s freaking blazing and tear the shit out of this place, but they slowed their pace because Cheese, who sat atop a towering pile of trash, was meeting with Blowhole, a projection of the him spread across the wall. The rat nibbled his tail as his master barked orders at him and insulted his insolence.

“Bon struck back in the south end of the city and you weren’t there to do shit to stop him. We’ve got soldiers dead, and more than a hundred panties burned to a crisp. We CANNOT afford losses such as this, you rat.”

“Sorry, sir,” he said. “Very sorry.”

“For some foolish reason I assumed that blunt would inspire you to achieve something worthwhile with your miserable time on this Earth, but once again you’ve proven nothing more than a let-down.”

“But…”

“Silence. I’m sending Speedy down there to get it from you and I’d better not hear a word of protest. You let me down, Cheese.”

“I understand, sir. I’m…”

“Don’t say sorry. Next time I’ll have your tongue.”

The projection disappeared, darkening the room in an instant, and Cheese, like a child throwing a tantrum, lashed out with his tail, swinging it around and destroying his throne of garbage. “No, no, no! Stupid sloth always messing everything up with STUPIDNESS! I’m supposed to be the greatest rat. Without blunt, I’m nothing. Nothing!”

He began to furiously bite his tail, digging through the skin, blood spewing onto his face. Cy took this opportunity to position himself by one of the doors to ensure nobody was coming, while Lux cleared her mind with a deep breath. Even without these panties doing their goddamned job, she had to fight. If “Speedy”, or the sloth, got her blunt they’d be screwed! There was no way he was less competent than Cheese, and she’d already been beaten by him once.

He doesn’t know how to use the blunt properly…

I don’t know how to use the panties properly…

Seems like a fair fight.

“I must prove myself, but so little time! So little, so little!”

Lux, ready for war, stamped her feet against the ground and pointed to the top of the trash pile. “Cheese, you rat bastard, you wanna prove yourself? Come fight me!”

When Cheese whirled around and caught a glimpse of her, a grin appeared across his face as he dropped his tail to the ground. “Hehe…you still alive? Good, yes. Master didn’t kill you, but I will. And when I do, he’ll let me keep these wolves, these beautiful wolves…”

“They’re mine,” she said.

“They were yours,” he said, cackling. “Too weak, too weak! You couldn’t handle them! You couldn’t!”

“Don’t let him get to you, Lux!” Cy yelled.

His words meant little, though. Her fists were already clenched, eyes thinned as Cheese sparked the blunt and brought her twin wolves to life. Somberness stained their faces, and when he whipped them both with his tail, she immediately gritted her teeth. “Get them you disgusting mutts! Tear your former master to pieces!”

During times when the world crumbled those wolves were her closest friends.

She’d talked their ears off, venting a toxic amount of frustration.

They always listened, always coddled her and licked her face.

How’d she repay them?

By leaving them to endure a month of this bastard…

As she lowered her head, disgusted with herself, Cheese continued taunting her, not just cackling but also strutting around the top of his trash pile like he’d already won. His words only added more fuel to the fire brewing in Lux’s belly. She didn’t give a damn whether she was strong enough to beat him—she had to beat him!

Energy roared through her veins as the panties tightened against her ass. Those nerves shedding along with her clothing, melting into nothingness as she struck a fighting pose, letting her newfound power give her strength. He had panties. He had her blunt. But he didn’t have this.

“One punch, Cheese,” she said. “All it’s gonna take is one punch.”

A blinding light swallowed the room as silenced filled the air.

And when it faded…

…She’d undergone a transformation, losing her original attire and being crammed, somewhat uncomfortably, into a tight suit with a harsh V-cut that ran from her shoulder blades to her belly button, revealing the sides of her breasts. Her ass was exposed, but her legs and arms were clad in an almost wet-suit type of material. When Cheese glared back at her, fear staining his eyes, she’d never felt safer wearing less.

Her foot was pressed onto his tail, smashing it into the ground.

“One punch, Cheese.”

“This isn’t—”

“—Fair? Neither is what you did to my friend, bitch.”

With that, she raised her fist…

END OF CHAPTER SIX